MSBITRS Chapter 73 V1

“This battle is crucial for my future rise to fame.”

Up in the clouds, Ao Yi gazed at the Daoist sect known as Du Xian Sect—a place he had once longed to enter. But now, his feelings were no longer the same as when he was ten years old.

He had come here for one reason: to find Li Changshou.

Ao Yi didn’t know Li Changshou’s exact title or status within Du Xian Sect, but that didn’t matter. Today, he had to reclaim his honor—the honor he had personally lost years ago.

At the Demon Conference, he had performed the infamous “Exploding Live Dragon” act. Though it had been his own doing, the victory had been credited to Li Changshou.

If he wanted to rise to fame without blemishes on his record, he had to correct that battle from when he was ten years old.

This was his chance to reshape his reputation, proving that he had learned from past failures and grown stronger. After that, he would challenge the strongest young cultivators of Du Xian Sect, then take on the greatest young talents across all of Dongsheng Divine Continent. From there, his name would soar like a dragon ascending to the heavens…

He wanted to become a model for his fellow dragonkin—to earn their recognition.

He needed to set an example for the younger generation of the dragon race and establish his influence.

Ultimately, he had to find a way to help the dragons slowly lower their excessive pride. That was the only way to save his race.

Taking a deep breath, Ao Yi carefully considered how he should phrase his words.

His five fellow disciples from Jinao Island had already arrived outside Du Xian Sect’s grand formation. Instead of taking the main entrance, they directly released their spiritual auras.

The cultivators of Jinao Island weren’t here to start trouble—

Cough. They were here for a Daoist debate.

The sudden visit from Jinao Island’s cultivators sent a ripple through Du Xian Sect. The moment the sect’s great bell rang, every peak master and elder who wasn’t in secluded meditation immediately gathered at Po Tian Peak.

However, after a moment of consideration, the deputy sect master and several elders felt that such a grand welcome was unnecessary. These Jinao Island cultivators were merely visiting as fellow Daoists.

Jinao Island was a well-known sect under the Jie Sect’s lineage, while Du Xian Sect, by comparison, was relatively obscure and nowhere near as influential.

That being said, Du Xian Sect was still part of the Ren Sect’s tradition. Treating these visitors with excessive reverence would be beneath their dignity.

If their visitors had been renowned immortals from the Jie Sect—such as Zhao Gongming, the foremost outer disciple cultivating in Emei Mountain’s blessed land—then Du Xian Sect would have sent all its experts to personally welcome them.

But this time, it was merely a few Heaven Immortals…

As a result, most of the peak masters and elders were sent back, leaving only a dozen or so Heaven Immortal elders behind. Together with Deputy Sect Master Zhong Yu, they led a few bright young True Immortal attendants to receive their guests.

Among them, Jiu Wu stood out as particularly quick-witted in the eyes of the elders.

Following their instructions, Jiu Wu rushed about, ensuring that everything was in order. When the eight cultivators from Jinao Island were led into Po Tian Peak’s main hall—the “Du Xian Hall”—Jiu Wu personally brought a few disciples to serve them tea.

In the Dragon Palace, guests were always served by beautiful sea maidens.

Du Xian Sect, on the other hand, took a different approach. Here, tea was served by upright and well-disciplined male disciples with solid foundations in Daoism.

Such was the difference between a powerful faction and a true Daoist sect.

Once everyone was seated, they exchanged glances before breaking into a round of polite laughter.

Jiu Wu, being well-traveled, understood this ritual—

The longer the laughter, the less hostility was present.

After all, there weren’t many things in the Primordial Era that were funny.

When the laughter subsided, Deputy Sect Master Zhong Yu spoke first.

“Honored guests, your presence at our humble sect is truly an honor…”

After some formal pleasantries, the cultivators from Jinao Island stated their purpose for coming—they were here for a Daoist debate.

The elders of Du Xian Sect all smiled knowingly. Immediately, someone was sent to discreetly summon the sect’s most powerful elders to uphold the sect’s reputation.

Daoist debates were common in the Primordial Era. Essentially, they were an exchange of Daoist philosophies, where each side tested and refined their understanding through discussion and sparring.

However, before the debate even began, the visitors from Jinao Island made a rather unusual request—

One that Jiu Wu found utterly absurd.

A middle-aged Heaven Immortal spoke calmly:

“At the Demon Conference some years ago, my junior brother Ao Yi—then just ten years old—was sent by the Dragon Palace to spar against one of your sect’s outstanding disciples.

He lost that match.

Now that my junior brother has transcended his tribulation and become an immortal, he wishes to challenge that same disciple once more.

Would this be acceptable?”

Upon hearing this, the elders of Du Xian Sect exchanged glances.

One of them chuckled and replied, “A spar between young cultivators is no major affair.

However, Prince Ao Yi is of the Dragon King’s lineage. His cultivation has progressed far beyond what our young human disciples can match.

Now that he has attained immortality, I wonder if a match against one of our young disciples would still be appropriate.”

At these words, Ao Yi stepped forward, respectfully clasped his hands, and said:

“To be honest, ever since that match, I have carried a lingering regret in my heart.

I fear that it may become an obstacle to my future cultivation, so I have come here today, thick-skinned as I may be, to challenge your sect’s disciple once more.

For fairness, I will have my senior brother seal my cultivation level.”

“This…”

The elders of Du Xian Sect hesitated, exchanging uncertain glances.

“It is no great matter,” Deputy Sect Master Zhong Yu said with a smile. “Summon Xuan Ya.”

At his command, a True Immortal disciple quickly turned and hurried off toward another part of Po Tian Peak.

Ao Yi, recalling the past, then added, “However, I believe the disciple I fought back then was not this Xuan Ya.

I seem to remember people calling him… Changshou.”

“Changshou?”

“Which peak does he belong to?”

The Heaven Immortal elders of Du Xian Sect—those who had spent years in secluded cultivation—tried to divine his identity but found themselves puzzled.

Meanwhile, the other elders who did know chuckled but remained silent.

Seeing this, Jiu Wu’s mind raced.

‘So that’s what’s going on!

The Dragon Palace’s prince joined Jinao Island, and now he’s here to settle a score with Changshou!

Changshou’s true cultivation is only at the eighth stage of the Void Return Realm, meaning he’s much weaker than Ao Yi.

If I don’t say something to explain the situation, Changshou might get completely crushed by this little dragon!’

With that thought, Jiu Wu stepped forward, cupped his hands, and announced:

“Changshou is a disciple of Little Qiong Peak, the first disciple of Junior Brother Qi Yuan. I recommended him to attend the Demon Conference.

However, I recall my junior sister mentioning that during that match, Prince Ao Yi won.

Changshou merely stepped out of bounds due to a momentary mistake.”

At this, the Du Xian Sect elders, as well as the Jinao Island cultivators, all turned to look at Ao Yi.

Ao Yi sighed deeply, his youthful face darkened with emotion.